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Jun 2017
Even in death,
          your last words
were cremated within you.

Like a whispers
                    in a jar
rotting in your lungs.

Words were maggots
             eating away within
                         yearning for release.
Poetic T
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         AllyRose, Sam, LS Martin, Antony Ros, Pagan Paul and 41 others
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